Posts about Christian Living (6)

[As seen in the Epoch Times] As parents, we’re all aware of the overwhelming pull on our kids toward social media. Trying to keep up with a few apps for friends, a couple for sports, one for school, and a few for trends has the potential to leave little time for any other type of interaction. And if we’re not careful, our kids will suffer for it.

We have multiple holidays in the United States that directly celebrate or are tied to the concept of freedom (Juneteenth, Independence Day, Memorial Day, Veteran’s Day, etc.) Freedom is a distinctive value of the Western world, but it was not always so.

[As seen in the Christian Post] Home is a word we either love or wish we did. It is different than “house.” It’s less of a transactional encounter and evokes an invitation to be cared for and made comfortable. Perhaps it’s that same care and comfort that make hospitality such a profoundly impactful practice.

God has blessed me and my wife with a wonderful, energetic and God-loving 6-year-old daughter. Father’s Day is the perfect time to reflect on the vital role we play in our families.

[As seen in The Christian Post] Becoming a father for the first time is a wild journey. You never know what the next day will bring, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. My daughter, Thea, just celebrated her first birthday in May and it might sound cliché whenever people say, “time flies”, but let me tell you, it’s true.

Most of us grew up reciting the Pledge of Allegiance in school or at functions where our nation’s flag is displayed. But do we appreciate the origins of those words? On this Flag Day (June 14th), let’s pause to consider the history of the pledge, as well as the two little words that make all the difference.

[As appeared on Crosswalk.com] I didn’t know him, but he knew me – or he thought he did. The two of us stood a few yards apart at the church basketball court, waiting on our kids to finish up a quick post-service game. He came over and introduced himself, a Bible app clearly pulled up on his phone. A few minutes later, I was blinking back tears and struggling to breathe.

When I was in my twenties, I thought I knew everything. The older I have become, the less I realize I know. I am completely and utterly dependent on God for everything.